His Best Friend's Girl: In the Line of Duty, Book 5

by Cathryn Fox

  Even though everything inside him was telling him to walk away, to step outside and clear his head, he closed his hand over hers and leaned into it, needing her touch almost more than he needed to breathe. His heart raced and he strived for normal, but she was so warm and sweet, and the way she’d come to his rescue with the bat… A strong surge of protectiveness raced through him. If anything had happened to her tonight… He briefly closed his eyes, but when he heard her intake of breath, he opened them to find her staring at him.

  He forced a smile. “My little slugger. I owe you a thanks.”

  “I think I owe you a bigger one.”

  His stomach twisted, knowing tonight could have gone down so differently. “Sky, if anything ever happens like that again, and I swear to God, it had better not, promise me you’ll get yourself somewhere safe, okay?”

  She swallowed hard, clearly shaken by tonight’s events. “Matt,” she murmured, moisture gathering in her eyes.

  “Sky,” he whispered, and brushed her hair from her face. “I’m serious.”

  She leaned into him, her breath warm on his neck as she shuffled closer and wrapped her arms around him.

  “Hey,” he said, cupping the sides of her head and inching back a bit so he could see her. “Are you okay?”

  He watched her swallow, and his heart squeezed at the concern in her eyes—concern for him. “I was scared,” she choked out. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

  As soon as the words left her mouth, his heart raced. He’d been scared tonight too. Not for himself, but for her. She was everything to him, and if those assholes had gotten their hands on her…if they’d laid one tiny finger on her… A violent tremble moved through his body.

  “Matt, those guys…” she asked.

  “I know.” He exhaled sharply and closed his eyes in distress. “If anyone ever hurts you, Sky…” He let his voice fall off, not wanting to frighten or worry her any more than she was, but the truth was if anyone ever so much as touched a hair on her head he would kill them. He’d beat their fucking heads into the pavement until they were dead. The thought was primal, he knew, but he couldn’t stand the idea of anything bad happening to her.

  He pressed his forehead to hers and sucked in a couple of quick breaths. “I don’t want to lose you,” he murmured, his emotions a hot fucking mess. He dragged her into his arms and angled his head until his mouth was right there, inches from hers. “I can’t lose you,” he murmured, the love he felt for her engulfing him and weakening his resolve. “I just can’t.”

  Her hands went to his shoulders and she ran the soft pads of her fingers over his flesh, derailing his ability to think. His pulse skyrocketed because there was nothing impersonal in the way she was touching him. In fact, it was sensuous and deeply intimate. Need pumped through his veins and before he even knew what he was doing his lips were on hers, kissing her hard, desperate to lay claim.

  Her hands slipped past his shoulders to slide down his back. A soft moan caught in her throat and that was all the prompting he needed. He stood, dragging her up with him, and their eyes met as he pulled her shirt from her pants. He watched her chest rise and fall as he peeled it over her shoulders. Heat arced between them as hot steam filled the air. He slipped his hand around her back and released the clasp on her bra. It fell to the floor, and a tortured moan cut through the air as he reached out to brush the undersides of her breasts.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered as a fire igniting inside him.

  “Matt,” she murmured, her voice as shaky as her body. He took in the flurry of conflicting emotions passing over her eyes and pulled his hand back, some small, coherent brain cell warning him to stop this before they got in over their heads again. But the warmth of her skin was calling out to him, doing mind-fucking things to his body. She made a soft, sexy noise, and placed her hand on his chest. She splayed her fingers and let them drift down, running them over his chest, his stomach, the top of his jeans. His muscles rippled when she went lower still, to cup his throbbing cock through his pants. Fuck. He took a deep breath and tried to get his shit together as she gently massaged him, his dick growing thicker under her touch.

  “Sky…” he growled, and tugged her hair, working to rein in his need for her. Jesus, they shouldn’t be doing this, not again. It was clearly a reaction to tonight’s events and if he knew what was good for him—and her—he’d put a stop to this once and for all. “We’re both upset,” he said, a frantic edge to his voice as she emotionally and physically reached out to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  They exchanged a long look, and as primitive need raged inside him, he moved against her hand, his actions contradicting his words. But how could he possibly stop himself, when being with her like this felt so right?

  “I need you to tonight, Matt,” she whispered, her voice so soft, so damn inviting as she rubbed him harder, letting him know in no uncertain terms that she needed the physical connection. Flames licked a path up his thighs as she pressed against him. When she made another sexy noise, and he caught the heat in her eyes, he opened his mouth, desperate to put a measure of distance between them. He gripped her shoulders, needing this to end as much as he needed to continue it.

  “Sky,” he murmured, about to push her away. But her bare breasts felt so good against his chest, and when her mouth went to his neck, his words of protest were lost on a groan. Shivers of pleasure raced through him and he closed his eyes in surrender. Utterly trumped and fighting the inevitable, he shut out the clanging bells in his head, blocking all rational thought as he let need take over. Tomorrow he’d deal with the consequences and find a way to keep his distance, but right now, well, right now if he didn’t touch her and taste her, he was sure he’d blow like a round of C4.

  With common sense kicked to the curb, emotions and sensations ripped through him. She must have felt the shift in him because she abandoned his neck, her mouth going to his chest. Jesus, her lips felt like fire on his skin.

  Her lips teased over his flesh, her tongue circling his nipples, coming perilously close with each swirl. He ran his hands through her hair, holding her to him, but they fell to his sides when she broke free and stepped back. Her gaze never left his as she shed her pants and panties, moving with a sensuality that damn near killed him. Desire slammed into him as she tossed her clothes away and stood before him fully naked, his for the taking.

  He stared at her, finding it most difficult to take his gaze off her beautiful body and the way she was offering it up to him. “Sky,” he whispered, the love he felt for her coming over him, blindsiding him and leaving him feeling like he’d been sucker punched. Tonight’s beating was nothing compared to what he felt now.

  His heart squeezed as he watched her, not daring to move…breathe. He stood there motionless as she reached out to him, her fingers going to the button on his jeans. Her chest rose and fell with a deep intake of breath, the heat of her mouth fanning out over his bare flesh.

  With a hungry look in her eyes, she popped the button and pulled his zipper down. His pants fell to the floor, and she stared blatantly at his cock as it strained against his boxers and clamored for attention. He looked down, and when he saw the moisture on his skin, it reminded him of the fight. He tore the rest of his clothes off, climbed into the hot shower and pulled her in with him.

  With the spray on his back, she grabbed the soap from the rack and lathered her hands. His cock thickened when she touched him, running her soapy hands gently over his chest. He threw his head back and groaned when her hand dipped lower, wrapping around his girth. She squeezed and ran her hand along his length. His cock pulsed in her palms and she made another sexy noise that filled him with longing.

  “Sky,” he murmured, his throat so tight it was hard to talk.

  Shutting out everything except the woman touching his body and the things she made him feel, his mouth settled possessively over hers. She moaned and moved beneath him, matching him kiss for kiss, touch for touch. His tongue tangling with
hers as he raced his hands over her body, both of them stroking each other with aroused eagerness. Hot water fell over them, soothing his aching muscles and washing the soap from his skin as he took the bar from her. He ran it over her body, soaping her breasts, her stomach, between her legs. With his blood pulsing hot he set the bar aside and put his fingers back between her legs.

  He touched her clit, and groaned when he felt how swollen she was. He applied pressure and Sky moaned and pushed against his hand. Her lashes fluttered, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Body thrumming and entirely lost in the moment, he put his arms around her and picked her up, desperate for so much more.

  “I need to be inside you,” he growled, his breath coming in jagged bursts.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Please…”

  “Condom.”

  Her wet hair fell into her eyes when she shook her head. “I’m on the pill.”

  “I’m clean, Sky.”

  “I know that,” she said.

  The logical part of him couldn’t believe he was doing this again, yet there was another part, an irrational part that couldn’t wait to get his cock back inside her, to feel her squeeze him tight—to come for him. Jesus, what he’d do to make her come again. Since it was that irrational part that was calling the shots, he backed her up until she was pressed against the wall, and with one quick thrust he drove into her. He looked at her face as he plunged deep, nailing her against the tub enclosure. Eyes wide, her well-kissed lips opened and formed an O but no sound came.

  With passion and protectiveness hitting at the same time, he started to pull out. He forced himself to remember this was Sky. Sweet, kind Sky who deserved soft and slow from him, not hard and rough.

  “I’m sorry—” he began.

  “Harder,” she said, moving her hips urgently as her hands knotting around his neck. “Fuck me harder, Matt.” Her nipples scraped against his chest, and when he met her glance and saw the desire reflecting there, his entire world turned inside out.

  “Are you sure, baby?” he growled.

  “Yes, harder,” she cried out, grinding her clit against his pelvis.

  He thrust back into her, driving her against the wall. A tremor raced through him as her muscles squeezed his cock, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long at this rate. Christ, he could already feel the tension of an impending orgasm.

  His mouth captured hers and their tongues tangled and slashed, like neither could get enough. Breathing hard, and barely able to fill his lungs, he inched out, then powered his hips forward, driving impossibly deeper. Air ripped from his lungs as their bodies joined and collided.

  “Yes,” she cried out, her nails digging into his back as she shared in the urgency.

  Her fingers scratched over his flesh, sure to leave a scar. But he wanted her to mark him as much as he wanted to claim her as his.

  Her mouth moved under his and as she made a sexy noise, the crescendo of their union taking them higher and higher. His heart pounded erratically. Never, ever in his life had sex felt this good, this right. He shifted slightly, for harder thrusts. Feeling crazed, out of control, he drove into her. They crashed so hard against the tub enclosure he was sure they were going to break through it.

  “That’s it,” she said. “Just like that.” Her eyes closed as she came. “Oh, God, yes, just like that.”

  Her muscles clenched and he strived to hang on as her liquid heat scorched him. His mouth watered, aching to taste her. No longer able to hold on as she climaxed, her sex squeezing his cock in delicious ways, he threw his head back and let go.

  “Yes,” she cried out when she felt him pulse inside.

  His cock throbbed, and he let loose a growl as he depleted himself in her. Her hands tightened around his back and he took deep breaths, desperate to refill his lungs.

  With his heart still crashing against his chest, he pulled back, and set her on the floor of the shower. Brushing her wet hair from her face, he watched the way her burning eyes left his to slowly track his body. Life surged into his cock once again.

  Suddenly, needing to possess her, savor her, to have her at his mercy, he turned the water off and stepped from the shower. He wrapped her in a towel and tied one around his waist. She just stood there looking up at him, like she didn’t know what came next. As the need to have her restrained beneath him—his to do with as he pleased—stole his ability to think with clarity he carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. Her towel fell away and he took that moment to drink in her beautiful body. Heat zinged through him and it occurred to him he’d never been so crazed before, had never lost his grip on sanity, but everything about her tore at his control, and turned him into some wild animal needing to mate.

  She reached for the blankets, but he grabbed her hand to stop her. Dark lashes blinked rapidly over questioning eyes.

  As he took in the sexy woman sprawled on the bed, it took a great amount of effort to find his voice. “I’m not done with you,” he managed to get out.

  She visibly shivered, excitement flaring in her eyes. “Oh.”

  His hands went to the towel knotted at his waist. “Hands above your head.”

  She lifted her hands and gripped her headboard, her legs widening for him. Ah, Jesus. Lamplight glistened on her sex, and it was all he could do to keep his cool. He pulled the towel from his waist and twirled it until it was a long rope.

  “Matt?” Her eyes went wide, and he couldn’t help but grin. The last time he’d twisted a tea towel it was with the intentions of snapping her ass. He planned to do that again, of course, but it would be with his hands, not the towel.

  “I’m going to tie your hands,” he explained.

  A gasp caught in her throat and he needed to make sure it was from excitement, not fear.

  He touched her body, running the back of his knuckles down the length of her stomach. “Do you trust me?”

  “Always.”

  “Then you’re okay with me tying you up and taking you the way I want.”

  Another gasp, and then, “Yes.”

  He moved to the head of the bed and wrapped the towel around her hands, then secured them to the headboard. His hands went back to her breasts and he stoked lightly. Her lips parted and her throaty purr resonated through his body.

  Aching to indulge in her sweetness, he bent down and his lips found hers. He kissed her long and hard, until they were both left shaking. He broke the kiss and climbed between her legs. Her hips came off the bed, but he pressed his hand to her stomach, shoving her back down and stilling her.

  His eyes went to her pussy and he parted her with his fingers. Fuck. So wet and ready for him again. His cock throbbed, demanding to be back inside, but first he needed to kiss her all over, to watch her writhe beneath him as he took her higher and higher. He needed to hear her scream out his name. Needed to make her as crazed as he was.

  Her body was warm and wanting as he fell over her and drew one plump nipple into his mouth. She moved and whimpered beneath him as he clenched down hard. Her bud swelled in his mouth, and as he ran the soft blade of his tongue over it, savoring her sweetness, lust burst inside him. He angled his chin and saw the need on her face, as she tossed her head from side to side. As her body came alive beneath him he abandoned her breast and ran his tongue down her body. He shimmied lower and gripped her thighs to widen them.

  With her pretty pink pussy spread open, so wet and ready as she offered herself up so nicely, he caught her aroused scent and a shudder moved through him. Everything from need, possession and basic elemental instinct raged inside him as he bent forward to swipe his tongue over her.

  So sweet. So fucking sweet. Her flavor played along his taste buds and a moan crawled out of his throat as ripples of pleasure raced through his veins.

  Her whimper lingered in the air as she quivered beneath his mouth and the headboard banged as she pulled on it. “More,” she whispered, and he heard the need, the impatience in her voice.

  “You like that,
do you?” he asked, not nearly ready to take her. He wanted to play with her first, take command of her body.

  She whimpered her response, and began panting as he stretched her lips wider, opening her up to him even more. Jesus he loved seeing her like this. Giving her more of what she wanted he ran his tongue over her, licking from bottom to top before pushing it in deep. She squirmed in response, and with that he buried his face between her legs to kiss her hungrily. Her breathing became faster as he sucked her inflamed clit. She undulated against his mouth, her sexy noises making him insane. Consumed by the hunger burning though his blood, he dipped a finger inside her and felt her whole body quake. She grew slicker and slicker with each stroke and a fever rose in him as her wet heat fueled his lust.

  He pumped, stoking the fire inside her as he worked her inflamed clit, urging her on as he feasted. Acutely aware of the way his cock was aching, pre-come pooling on his crown, he grabbed the base and stroked, running his palm up and down the long length of his shaft.

  He lifted his head, nudging her clit with his chin and caught her watching him, her eyes focused on the way he was gripping and stroking his cock. He took in the unabashed heat in her eyes, the color flushing her cheeks and asked, “You like watching?” She nodded, and he stroked his cock faster, dipping into the juice on his head to lubricate himself, as he pushed another finger inside her sex.

  He felt a small ripple and knew she was close, but he wanted to see her face when she came. She gave a cry of protest when he abandoned her sex and climbed back up her body. But that cry was quickly replaced by a moan when he settled himself over her, and rubbed his cock along the crevice of her opening. His mouth crashed back down over hers and he kissed her like a man starved for so much more.

  Her legs squeezed his sides, and there was no denying how well her body fit with his. As he pillaged her mouth, roughly drawing her tongue into his, she moved beneath him, trying to force his cock in deeper, but he had other ideas.